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Tuesday, December 30th 2008

8:09 AM

Update: THE BEAGLE HAS LANDED!!!!!

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  • Music: 'I Feel Good!'

Obviously, this is GOOOOD NEWS! Amazing that it took sooo long to post- I got her back in August! Let me do a re-cap of what's happened since then.

By July, I had finally saved up enough money for a Beagle...unfortunately, even though I'd been volunteering at the shelter for over a month by then, there were no Beagles around! Someone in petsmart suggested going over to the Lancaster shelter because their fees are cheaper and they always heave Beagles. So, we packed up the new-dog supplies and went.

It was nothing short of a hell-hole. Dogs were crammed four and five and even six at a time into cramped living quarters. A smell of urine and fear permeated the air. Flies buzzed everywhere. More thna half the dogs looked sick. I found a couple Beagles I was itnerested in, but it turns out they were both sick. We returned home angry and empty-handed.

After that I was so desperate to see a healthy dog, I returned to the local Beagle breeder. I had seen him about a month before and taken a look at him dogs. They were healthy, happy, and lively, and he ran a clean operation. I hopped on my bike right after we got home and rode over there. I was telling myself I was there 'just to look'...but those tiny puppies had already begun tugging at my heart. He had two 'batches' of puppies at that point- one litter of ten-week-old Tricolors, and another of fifteen-week-olds that had one Tricolor, two Blueticks, and one Lemon. I told him I was interested in seeing the older pups. (the younger ones were far out of my price range and I didn't need a show-quality dog, which those were. The others were to be sold strictly as pets)

As he carried the babies back to their kennel and returned, he held in his arms two of the most hyper puppies I'd ever seen. They were leaps and bounds bigger than the itty-bitty ten-week-olds. Of course they were adorable. Long ears and surprisingly long tails. These were the two blueticks. Next he carried in the tricolor and the Lemon. All four were female.

Now I had a decision to make. The Blueticks had very nice coloring, but I'd dreamed about the classic Tricolor Beagle romping at my side. Then again, that Lemon girl...she was stunning! Light reddish-tan patches were splattered over her mostly-white body. Her ears were so long- the breeder said hers were the longest in the litter. I held and played with all the puppies, but something about that Lemon captured my heart. She was shy at first, but soon rolling around in my lap, knawing my knuckles, and wagging her long tail.

It seemed invitable. I'd made my decision. The breeder went over the sales contract and said I could pick her up either Monday or Tuesday.

The next day I rode home with a wriggling Beagle puppy in my arms and tears in my eyes.

On Monday, August 11, almost two years to the day Annie has been loaded into the truck, I had my baby. My Beagle had come home.

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Sunday, June 15th 2008

12:23 PM

Poodie's Problem

  • Mood: Depressed
A long time ago, we had a good friend named Virginia. She was everyone's Grandma, always there, always optimistic. After her husband Ken died, she got a little purebred Poodle named Poodie to keep her company. Poodie stuck with Virginia through thick and thin, going everywhere nwith her,  always ready to greet visitors. When Virginia passed away, one of her daughters inherited the dog.

Now that same daughter has terminal cancer and is no longer able to care for the little dog. Poodie needs a new home. The announcement was made in church today and I started crying because I couldn't help.

Why? Why is this happening? Why, just when I think I can make it without a dog, something comes up to stab me in the chest? What is wrong with me? I thought of Poodie before I thought of the daughter nd her family, for crying out loud! Am I crazy? Have I finally lost it? Why do I think every stray is my responsibility? Am I that racked with guilt over Annie?

I wish I could take her. Poodie's a sweet little dog who loves everyone and she doesn't even shed. But there's no money to care for her.

I wish I had stayed home. The old saying is right; ignorance is, indeed, bliss.

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Sunday, May 25th 2008

11:45 AM

UPDATE: Good News!!!!

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Well, we had a talk with our landlord not too long ago about my future dog...

Usually, there's either no dogs allowed at all, or a $100 pet deposit fee. But our landlord decided to allow the dog and get rid of the fee. Not just reduce it; discard it! In other words, I don't have to pay ANYTHING to keep my dog here, providing I clean up and pay for any damage my dog may incur.

Hey, that's fine with me! As long as I can have my dog, I'm happy!

I also called the city and found out how much ti costs to license a dog here. Turns out it was lower than I originally thought! Every little bit helps!

YAY! Now I just have to wait 2 months and two days to get my pooch...

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Sunday, May 25th 2008

11:29 AM

Digging up Memories

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About a year ago, some time after our dogs were given away, I stuffed every single thing related to dogs- videos, music, photos, toys, and old dog equipment -into a box, taped it up, and stuffed it into the back of my closet, not to be opened until I got a dog again. Though it'll be another two months until I get my Beagle, I decided I might as well do something and I fished the dusty box out of the closet. I was surprised at how heavy it was. Here's what I found:

-Three plush dogs; one beanbag puppy, one old Pound Puppy hound, and an ancient crocheted Odie
-Three nylon leashes; two red and one pink
-Two tennis balls
-One plastic Double Diner dog dish
-One nylon car tie-down (clips to a seatbelt)
-One blue nylon tandem dog-walking attachment
-One plush 'Wrinkles' dog puppet
-'Iron Will', 'Beethoven', 'Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey', '101 Dalmatians' (animated and live action), and 'Shiloh' VHS tapes
-A CD full of dog-related pictures and video
-'Air Bud' DVD
-A Dog Lovers' Magnetic Poetry Kit
-A notebook full of old pictures of Annie, Pocahontas, and Poquito
-A dog palm brush

Whew!  I decided to put the toy dogs on display, put the movies away, and wash all the old dog supplies. Now the leashes are hanging up on a pegboard in the corner I have designated for my future dog.

Some memories are made to be forgotten. Some are meant to be remembered. Others can hurt for a while, but when the time comes for healing and renewal, you can look back on them without regrets.

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Thursday, May 15th 2008

2:06 PM

Me wanna Doggie!

  • Mood: Excited!
  • Music: 'We Like to party' by Vengaboys
Yay! In less than three months, between June 28 and July 19, I will have my own dog again. WOO-HOO!

How am I so sure?
-I have two checks on the way, which should get here between those dates.
-Our landlord is very dog-friendly.
-The backyard is almost ready.
-Dad said that as long as I pay for the gas, he will drive as far as it takes to get my dog.

So...YES! Once I get that money, all systems are GO! I've started shopping around for vets and making up a dog supply shopping list. I can hardly wait to go get my puppy!  I miss them sooo much!

Signing off for now. YIPPEEEEEE!
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Monday, May 12th 2008

6:32 PM

Strut Your Mutt Mission Report

  • Mood: happy
  • Music: 'Dude Looks Like a Lady'

Back on April 26, I went to Hook Park where a bunch of dog and their owners descended on the park and enjoyed, food, fun, and of course the fellowship of their fellow furry friends.  I didn’t see all the dogs that were there, but here’s a list of what I could identify-
-Bulldog (English, French, and American)
-Greyhound
-Chihuahua
-Border collie
-Golden retriever
-Rottweiler (both black-and-tan and red)
-Poodle (Toy and Standard)
-Bichon Frise
-Springer Spaniel
-Miniature Pincher
-Labrador Retriever (yellow, chocolate, and black)
-Yorkshire Terrier
-German Shepherd
-Australian Shepherd
-Boston terrier
-Dachshund
-Chow Chow
-Dalmation
-Welsh Corgi
-Great Dane
-Siberian Husky
-Beagle (tricolor and Lemon)
-Collie
-Bassett Hound (both English and American)
-Jack Russell Terrier
-Pit Bull Terrier
-Alaskan Malamute
-Boxer
-Pug
-Schnauzer
-Keeshond
-Foxhound
-Lhasa Apso
-Pomeranian
-Cocker spaniel
-Peikingese
-Bullmastiff
-Scottish Terrier
-West Highland White Terrier
-Shetland Sheepdog
-Bloodhound
-Shar Pei
-Australian Cattle Dog
-Doberman (both black-and-tan and red)
-Russian Mountain Dog
-Bernese Mountain Dog
-Whippet
-Wheaten Terrier
-Chinese Crested
-Black-and-tan Coonhound
-Papillion

Not to mention about a half-dozen I couldn’t identify, plus LOTS of mutts! Whew!

I arrived a half-hour before the festivities were about to begin (9:30), so I walked around for a while. At 10 O AM, it started with a word from the band (forgot their name), who proceeded to play ‘Hound Dog’. This continued to be the theme throughout the day, with ‘Roll Over Beethoven’ and a canine version of ‘House of the Rising Sun’ being some of the selections.

Out on one of Hook Park’s four baseball fields, many booths were set up, including three from various dog rescues; Petsmart, Border Collie Rescue of SoCal, and a Labrador rescue. There were of course lots of souveniers such as t-shirts and lots of dog-related items including handbags, canine clothing, food bowls, backpacks, bandannas, hats, knickknacks…you get the idea. There was even a ‘barkery’ featuring doggie confections! In short, it was a dog-lovers’ paradise.

At 10:05, the Muttley Crew had their first show. Who is the Muttley Crew? It’s a traveling trick troupe made up entirely of rescued dogs. Its purpose is not only to entertain, but to educate about the fun you can have with your dog, and the rewards from adopting. For a little under an hour, they wowed the crowd with spectacular jumps, agility, and funny Frisbee dogs.

After the Muttley Crew at 11:15, it was time for one of the funnier aspects of the day; a doggie fashion show! Every breed imaginable strutted their stuff in sweaters, a clown outfit, a ballerina Tutu, a fairy outfit, and of course their cute furry birthday suits. A good laugh was had by all, especially at the pooch who came dressed as a frankfurter! I think I feel a little sorry for them, though. Some of the Chihuahuas looked so scared and it was a warm day.

Next came lunch. Rather than blow my money getting a hot dog or some ribs, I had brown-bagged my lunch and only broke from my preplanned menu to get a free Sno-cone. J At 1:45, the Muttley Crew had another showing. This one was especially enjoyable, as a big Rottwieler pup named Thor made good friends with me…REALLY good friends! He licked me nearly to death, still intact tail wagging like mad. At one point he tried to sit in my lap! I loved, it, though. He wasn’t aggressive at all, just EXTREMELY friendly. Another funny point in the day was when a curious Doberman tried to steal my Sno-cone!

All in all, it was a good, fun day. I met at least three Beagles, all of whom were exceptionally sweet and well-behaved. It only further sold me on the Beagle breed.

Update: Yard Progress

Well, today I made another large stride toward getting my Beagle. There is a secondary gate in the backyard leading to the back gate. Right now the side yard leaves much to be desired, and I don’t want a curious Beagle to wander back there in search of a quick exit. So, I took down the rickety parts of the gate, repositioned the latticework, and fixed the latch so the gate won’t blow all over the place anymore. Next I hope I can replace the missing slats in the fence and fill in the holes.

In other news, it’s only one month, three weeks, and five days until my birthday- the dog deadline.  YIKES! In one way, that’s good; I have less time to wait. In another way, it’s not so good…I still don’t have enough saved for my ‘safety net’ (a sum of money put aside for emergencies). I will be getting a check next month that should make up the difference fairly quickly.

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Monday, April 14th 2008

7:58 AM

Dreams and Decisions

  • Mood: Missing Annie, but determined
  • Music: 'Where oh Where has My Little Dog Gone?'
It happened again. I had a dream about Annie again last night. What's worse, I woke up to see a silhouette beside me that looked oddly like her.  Of course it turned out to be the shadow of my piano.

I wish I wouldn't keep dreaming about her. It may partially be my fault; I watched a dog movie the other night. But that doesn't always happen. This being without a dog is driving me batty but the dreams  only make it worse.

I've come to a decision, though. I just may end up going to the shelter. As much as I hate the idea, it was just me being selfish. If  I end up bawling, so what? If I do nothing, more dogs will die. I do know this; I am not leaving that shelter without a dog. If I do I'll feel so empty and worse than ever.

When I get the money, I'm going; but calling beforehand to ask if they have any Beagles or crosses. If they do, or they don't know, I'm going. If they know for sure they don't, then that's out. I do know that when the time comes for the dog to be spayed or neutered, I am not going back there. Annie was more than enough to make me avoid that on-site veterinary clinic like the plague. I don't care if I have to pay extra. I'd end up paying a lot more for a purebred.
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Monday, April 7th 2008

11:00 AM

Breed Talk

  • Mood: Eager
  • Music: 'Hound Dog'
Okay, now I know that I want to get a dog again. The question is, which kind? There are hundreds of breeds and innumerable combinations of those breeds.

Well, first of all, I don’t want something HUGE. For one thing I don’t like a dog that can drag me down the road (not that I’d let it). For another the larger breeds don’t live as long as others. Lastly, large breeds are harder to keep when one moves. I just lost my dog. I don’t want to lose my next in only a couple years.
Then again, I don’t want something tiny that will get stepped on all the time. That happened all the time with poor little Poquito. L
So, as far as size is concerned, I’d like a medium. No bigger than 45 to 50 lbs, yet no smaller than 15 lbs. That rules out all toy breeds, Great Danes, St. Bernards, Retrievers…most of the working and sporting breeds.

Another group I’d like to rule out are all long-haired breeds. I love fuzzies, but my family doesn’t. That cuts out Shetland Sheepdogs, all types of collies, most of the herding group, etc.

No yappers or diggers, either. There go the terriers! Maybe later. J

So what does that leave? Quite a few, but actually my mind has been made up for several months. As you can probably tell by the picture, I’m set on a Beagle…or Beagle cross. I’m not picky about purebreds. I’ve grown up with Mutts.

Why a Beagle? They’re the perfect size, don’t have long hair, don’t yap (though many howl), and aren’t especially inclined to digging (at least as much as others). Plus that, every single report I’ve heard on them says they’re cuddlers and LOVE kids. That’s important, as my sister has a two and a half year old. Plus there’s nothing like curling up with a dog on a cold night.

I know they can be a challenge, but after dealing with a dog who was chronically shy, very mischievous, a dung-eater , and a big-time fence-jumper, I think I can handle anything. The howling is the only real thing that may get on my family’s nerves, but most only howl when they’re lonesome, and there’s no danger of that at night if he/she sleeps in my room. Besides all that, who can resist those adorable brown eyes?

So a Beagle it is. Now all I need is a job…
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Monday, April 7th 2008

10:58 AM

Bitter Pill

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Ketch was not the last dog to follow me home. Just in January I was again out looking for work when I saw a fairly big dog that looked like a dingo browsing around in the desert. Again I felt that irressistable tug, and called it to me. It was a female dog, no collar, who was apparrently looking for some food. I called her to me and stroked her. She was perfectly healthy and just as sweet, but still a stray. Again, an animal had dumped and then crossed my path. I jogged back home and grabbed some food and water. When I got back to the desert, I looked for her. She was gone. I shrugged and put in my applications.

No more than half an hour after I got home, the dog showed up on the doorstep. I fed and watered her and tried not to think of what would happen when Dad came home. As expected, he was mad and chewed me out for doing this again. He threatened to throw out the bag of dog food in the garage so I couldn't feed any more strays. I only half-listened, angry. Until she showed up on the doorstep, I had done nothing but pet her. Since when is loving an animal a crime? Dad did the expected; he called Animal Control.

An intense fury I had not felt since Annie left boiled up in me. I actually wanted to kill myself came over me when I heard Dad telling them where we were. I stifled it and, once Dad was taking his shower, marched out to the garage and then dumped the bag of food myself. The dog followed my happily around, wagging her tail. Finally I could take it no longer and pushed her away. "Go away," I told her. "Go on. You can't stay here."
   The dog, not understanding, just sat there and wagged her tail.
   I felt like something was tearing my heart out. I choked on my tears and raised my voice. "Go...go...GOOOOOOO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "GET OUT OF HERE! Don't you get it?!?!? LEAVE!" I collapsed into heavy sobs. The dog scurried away in fear, looking back at me in confusion. "Please go..." Mom came out, eyes wide with alarm, and ordered me back inside. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry," I began mumbling a mile a minute. Once we were in, Mom looked at me with a mixture of disappointment and worry.
   "What are we going to have to do, put you in a mental facility?!"she asked. She honestly thought I was going crazy. I thought it too, for a minute.
   "Go ahead!" I cried. "I don't care."
   Mom talked quietly to me. I don't remember all of what she said, but when she was done, all I could feel was sadness. I went back to my room and sobbed. Later, I went out with my dad to wait for the animal control truck. I told Dad that my outburst was a years' worth of hurt finally being let out. He explained to me that being taken to the Shelter would be better for her, that she'd have a chance, and food and water. He said that even if she got put to sleep, it was better tha being hit by a car and suffering. I knew he was right...partly. When the truck did come I loaded the dog into it myself. The truck reeked of urine and fear. It made me sick. I was able to sleep that night, but woke up the next morning feeling empty.

I regret everything about that day now...except for showing that dog the only kindness she may ever have known. I'll never regret that. I pray that someone saw that beautiful animal and gave her another chance. The damage to me, however, is done. I will never go back to that animal shelter as long as I live. I can't. The sights, the smells, the memories...they're just too much to handle. Even when an Animal Control truck drives by, I can't look at it without scowling. I may be overreactive. I don't know.

What I do know is that having a dog is no longer just a luxury for me. It's a necessity. I don't know why, but I need a dog.

And somewhere out there, a dog needs me, too. What a happy day it will be when we finally find each other. Until then, all I can do is work and wait.


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Monday, April 7th 2008

10:55 AM

Ketch Me if you Can

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  • Music: 'How to Save a Life'
I may be crazy, but since the loss of our dogs, I've been seeing other dogs everywhere. Strays, beloved family pets, gaurd dogs, pampered pooches and muscular mutts. I didn't like seeing them so often, because it hurt so much thinking about mine. What made matters worse was that they all seemed to make a beeline for me. Mom said animals know when someone likes them. This hypothesis was proven not long ago; twice, in fact.

Last September, I was out pounding the pavement for work, as I had been for the past few months, and I came upon a small black and brown dog pacing aback and forth across the sidewalk. Since he stayed fairly close to a motorcycle and he had a collar, I figured he was waiting for someone. I returned later to go home, and he was still there. He was very agitated and whimpering a lot. I felt magnetized to him. I crouched down and began to talk to him. Then I noticed his dirty coat, his thinness, and the fly streaks on his ears. He was frightened and looking at everyone that walked by, only to come back with a downcast look. I felt sympathy and anger growing within me. I had seen this before, all too often...

Someone had dumped this poor animal! Despite his condition my common sense was nagging me that I could not do anything for him. I definately couldn't keep him. I had no money, and besides that Dad would hit the roof. I sat with him and managed to call him close enough so I could pet him. He wasn't tiny, but small enough he was still somewhere in the puppy stage. Aside from his ears he looked healthy. As the minutes ticked by no one gave him a second glance. I sighed after half an hour had passed. Whoever had left him obviously wasn't coming back, but I couldn't stay her forever. I decided to call Animal Control to come pick him up.

After I hung up I looked back at the dog. He was calmer now and trying to wag his tail. How could I do this again? If I saw another dog loaded into a truck, I'd be sick. Cowardly though I was, I started to walk home. Before long I realized the dog was following me, an eager expression on his face. I tried shooing him away, tears filling my eyes, but he wouldn't go. "Go!" I shouted at him. "I can't keep you!" I dissolved into heavy sobs and sat down hard on the curb. He came quite close and nudged my arm, trying to make me feel better. What could I do? I couldn't keep him, yet I simply could not let this sweet animal be taken away. I brushed away my tears and made up my mind to take him home, if only to give him some water and clean up his poor ears. There was nothing else I could do and live with.

I let him follow me. Close to the roads I led him by the collar or picked him up and carried him. Puppy though he was, he wieghed at least twenty pounds and my arm strength leaves much to be desired. I was exhausted by the time I got home and told Mom my predicament. We both knew what would happen if Dad came home and saw the dog. The poor thing wouldn't have a chance if Animal Control came along. I set down some water for him and then went crazy posting notices on every single message board I could and calling the friends I thought might want a dog. Thankfully, one of them said yes, he could take the dog, if only temporarily, and take care of him. I almost sank through the floor in relief and set to work cleaning up the puppy's ears. Dad had everything explained to him and by sunset, the dog was on his way to warmth, food, and companionship.

Jim (my friend) named the dog Lt. Ketch; after a characters in a Star Wars book. Eventually his landlord took the dog home to her mother. Ketch got his shots and got fixed. Today, he's living a comfortable life in Whittier, and still gets to see Jim once in a while. Though I didn't get to keep him, I'm glad that I was able to save a life. Maybe someday I can see Ketch again.


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